Marti Starova wasn’t just unhappy. She was skin-crawlingly unhappy, bristling at every point where Lori’s fingers made contact. Nobody dressed Marti. Not since she was five. She jammed her hand into her leather jacket pocket and fished out cigarettes.
“Marti, you can’t go to court half-dressed. Even your self-destructive ass knows that.” Lori tugged Marti’s collar out from under her jacket and smoothed it flat.
The Familiar Dark – Excerpt CHAPTER ONE “Who the fuck are you?” Marti groaned, squinting at the tiny intruder hovering
Almost – Excerpt CHAPTER ONE “Why the fuck is there shit in my office?” Marti shouted. She stood with a
Rain-Soaked – Excerpt CHAPTER ONE “What the fuck was I working on again?” Marti glared at the screen like it
Shadow Work – Excerpt CHAPTER ONE “Who the fuck is screaming?” Marti shouted out the bedroom window, eyes bleary, voice
Drowning in Broad Daylight – Excerpt CHAPTER ONE “Where the fuck are my cigarettes?” Marti’s voice cut through the office
Beyond the Scent of Sugar: A Memoir by Billie River – Excerpt INTRODUCTION I met Martina Starova–Marti–in the spring of